Looks like this will be a weekly thing

[forcegalactic]

[This whole week has been awful. This whole experience has been awful. Mordecai wants to go straight to his room and deal with his frustrations, but that's not what a mayor does. A mayor takes charge, a mayor fixes what's wrong, a mayor makes things better. Even if he can't do everything on his own, he's has to do something.

Two hours after the end of the trial, the living will find another note slipped underneath their doors.]

There's cookies in the kitchen. The dining room is ready for anyone who needs a quiet place to talk it out. I'll be in the bar if you need a drink, alcoholic or something more appropriate for the underage crowd.

-Mordecai Benmont Jiminy

[There's a pile of warm chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. Two more candles are lit at the memorial - one for the victim, one for the culprit - and Mordecai has left a pile of blankets from the storage room on one of the dining room tables.]

Comments

[swirlied]

[ He squeezes her shoulder, pulling her a little closer. ]

You're right. We just have to get ourselves organized and find some other way out of this.

[sunsong]

...Can we kick the Conductor in the shins a few times after we do?

[swirlied]

Of course. I'm planning on it, at least.

[sunsong]

...And we have to give him a bloody nose. At least.

[swirlied]

I'll leave that to you.

[sunsong]

You can hold him down for me.

[ or something... ]

Yuuri...thanks for coming to talk to me.

[swirlied]

[ He shakes his head. ]

You don't have to thank me. I didn't want to leave you all alone.